Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.